INDIAN WRESTLING WITH AN ANGEL
She lit the candles,
and sang love songs
to encourage me
to be the very best
version of myself.
Her suspicion raised
the blood of my ennui,
reminding me of how
my father wrestled
with me—beating me
when I was very young
and, not having any fun
when I could beat him.
I granted him amnesty,
but he sent me off to war.